Sorry if things are a bit out-of-wack. I didn't stick exactly to the original plot line of the show.
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The cool ocean breeze drifted through her shoulder length red-black hair. Her dark blue eyes scanned the surrounding area. The treetops rustled gently in the lower valley and fierce waves crashed up against the sandy beaches and jagged cliff sides. A content sigh passed over her thin lips as she closed her eyes and listened to the breaking of the waves. A light tapping upon her shoulder caught her attention. Glancing behind her she saw her only companion for the past four hundred years, a female fae.
Due to her magical nature she floated about half a foot above the being sitting on the ledge. Her long purple hair floated about her in waves, accenting her pale skin perfectly. Worry and excitement sparkled in her lilac eyes.
"Bianca come quick! A boat has almost neared the shore!" she did little loop de loops in the air as she spoke, droplets of her magic springing out from her fingertips and falling gently to the ground.
"A boat? But no one has dared come to our isle, not for over four centuries!"
Bianca stood as she spoke. Her large wings spread themselves wide, her tail swaying about wildly.
"Yes, I know. But there's something you must know. The boat carries three like yourself and a human. I say we greet them. We haven't had guests in such a long time." the fae woman gave a small pout while the light purple gargoyle in front of her went wide eyed.
"Three gargoyles? Celia, I swear, if you jest…"
"No jest." Celia shook her head. "You think so little of me."
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The wooden boat breached the sandy shore half an hour later. Bronx immediately jumped over the side and began running through the small grains, happy to be back on land. Elisa followed him shortly. She stretched her arms over her head, making sure the gesture reached her lower back muscles.
"It feels so good to stand again!" she exclaimed cheerfully.
Goliath grunted in response as he pulled the boat Princess Katherine and Tom and given them farther inland to prevent it from being brought back out to sea.
"We must find shelter. It'll be dawn in a few short hours."
Elisa sighed. Two minutes on land and already he was barking orders.
"Alright. Let's start patrolling the area." the police woman agreed.
"Perhaps those cliffs will provide us with a safe hiding spot?" Angela offered, pointing to the rocky sea cliff not too far off.
"Perhaps."
The small group headed farther into the densely wooded island, Bronx happily leading the way through the under brush.
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Bianca's dark blue eyes were wide. 'It can't be. Why would she be here? Who are they?' The questions ran through her mind a mile a minute, until Celia stuck out her foot and tripped them.
"If I'm not mistaken, that's one of your rockery sisters, isn't it?" her voice rang like a bell as she gently tapped her index finger against her chin in thought.
"Yes. It's Angela. But why is she here?"
"Well gee I dunno! Maybe it would help to go ask her that question."
The gargoyle gave the fae an awkward sideways glare before digging her claws into the bark of an ancient oak and climbing to the top limbs. Celia muttered to herself about gargoyles' lack of sensitivity towards nature as she began to heal the tree were Bianca's talons had penetrated the wood.
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Bianca sat perched like a bird on the top branch, making sure to keep herself hidden as she observed the new comers. It had been over four hundred years since she last saw her sister, or anyone else from her rockery in Avalon. Her thoughts were once again interrupted by the floating, purple haired woman who popped up in front of her.
A small scream of surprise emitted from the gargoyle and she sprang back, almost falling off her tree limb. A growl from deep in her throat echoed in the warm night, her clawed hand grabbing hold of the fae's harem style clothing and pulling her towards herself. Bianca's eyes began to glow a light red.
"How many times have I told you not to do that?!" she hissed.
Celia wasn't even fazed, a wide grin spreading over her red lips. "Now what's the point of banishment if I can't have a little fun with my fellow banishy?"
"You spent too much time with Puck." she idly tossed the fae aside.
She shrugged. "What can I say? He had a sense of humor. You have none what so ever."
Another low growl.
Celia floated around so she now hovered behind her gargoyle friend. "Why don't you leap at the chance to see your sister? I for one would have thought it would make you happy."
"I have missed my family so, but there must be a reason why she is here. Something doesn't sit well with this."
Celia's face fell and her left eyes twitched a bit. "You're being paranoid again. What is with this theory you seem to have stuck in your head about not trusting anyone but yourself? Hm?"
Bianca looked off to the side. She didn't have an answer. She had always been like this, ever since she first hatched.
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Bronx came to sudden halt and began to sniff the air. His eyes glowed and he began to growl in warning towards a small grove of trees. Angela knelt down beside the dog-like gargoyle, wrapping her arms around the creature's thick neck.
"What is it Bronx?" her eyes scanned the darkness, but she couldn't see anything.
Behind her Elisa readied her gun and Goliath took up a fighting stance. The sound of bells reached them and each looked at the other, confusion written in their faces as the searched for the source of the ringing.
"I don't see anything." Angela commented.
"Neither do I." Elisa confirmed turning around. She screamed when she came face to face a woman who was floating upside down, her lilac eyes studying her.
"Hello. And welcome to our humble isle. Who are you?" she asked joyfully.
"Our isle?" Goliath questioned, coming to stand in front of Elisa should this floating being prove to be a threat to her.
The purple haired woman touched down and walked calmly around the small group, petting Bronx in the presses, who licked her hand happily. She gave a disgusted look at the thick stringy slobber covering her right hand before shaking it off.
"Yes. OUR isle. O-U-R. That spells our, does it not?"
"But there is only one of you." Angela pointed out.
The fae woman shook her index finger at the young gargoyle and tsk-ed disapprovingly.
"Now, now Angela. You should know better, having grown up in Avalon and all. Things are not always as they appear to be. Especially when a child of Oberon is involved."
Angela's dark brown eyes calculated the fae before her. She seemed strangely familiar.
"Do I know you?"
A new voice rang out from the darkness. "Perhaps not as well as I know you."
Bianca came out into the moonlight, wings folded delicately across her shoulders. A small smile graced her features as she revealed herself. A light came into Angela's eyes and a squeal of happiness sprang from her as she attacked the other female gargoyle, wrapping her in a huge hug. Goliath and Elisa exchanged shocked expressions. The fae woman smiled and went back to petting the gargoyle's pet, making sure to avoid getting slobbered on again.
"Who are you two?" Goliath asked quietly.
Angela stopped crushing the new comers lungs long enough to answer her father.
"This is Bianca! She's part of my rockery."
"Was." the light purple female corrected.
"Was?" Elisa asked. "What do you mean by that?"
"Lord Oberon banished Celia and myself from Avalon over four centuries ago. We've been living off of Scotland's coast since that day."
"We don't get many visitors." Celia commented from her position in the ground. Bronx had tackled her and had her pinned into the dirt while he licked her face.
"But why would Oberon banish one of his own children? What did you do that caused you to be exiled?" Goliath was both curious and suspicious. He carefully examined Bianca's red-black hair. It reminded him of Demona.
Celia zipped out from underneath Bronx and levitated before the mighty gargoyle.
"That's a bit of story best left until tonight."
Five pairs of eyes drifted to the horizon were the first rays of the sun's golden light began to peak over the crystal water. Almost instantly, all four gargoyles turned to stone once the light hit them. Elisa starred at the fae, who weaved in and out from between the gargoyles. She reminded her of someone. Someone she could only faintly remember.
"You seem familiar. Are you sure you've never been to Manhattan?"
Celia ceased her skipping and starred at the cop. "Where is Mahn- hatt-en?" she asked.
"Guess that answers that question."
Celia arched one of her thin eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I just have faint memories of someone like you visiting my home."
Elisa turned on her heel and walked under the wide brim of an oak tree. She sat down and leaned against the trunk, she was asleep almost instantly. The fae merely watched as the human submitted to the mortal need for rest, little clock work-like wheels in her head began to turn. 'Someone like me? In her world?'
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The last of the red-orange rays of the sun dipped slowly into the west that night and the shades of pinks and reds that once dominated the sky faded and turned from purple to deep indigo, almost black. The moonlight danced over the land and fell upon the stone forms of the gargoyles. Cracks formed in the crevasses of their muscles before spreading to the rest of their bodies.
Roars filled the night air as the stone prisons were shed and blasted away from the now flesh forms of the nightmarish creatures. Elisa ducked to avoid being hit with an airborne rock the size of her head. Celia watched from a safe distance up in a tree before landing ever so gently on the ground. Instantaneously Bronx sprang upon the slender fae, pinning her to the ground and assaulting her with slobbery kisses. Celia squirmed underneath him shouting about not wanting any drool on her.
Angela, kind hearted as she is, tried her best to pull the large dog off the small magical being. Celia managed to wiggle her way out from under the great beast, giving Angela a quick Japanese bow of thanks before rising up above all their heads.
"I think I'll stay up here where it's safer." she remarked, removing the drool from her face.
Goliath crossed his arms over his broad chest and stared down the two new comers. "I believe we were in the middle of a conversation."
"Were we?" the tip of Celia's index finger lightly padded against her chin, her thin eyebrows furred in thought as she tried to remember the previous night.
"Yes." Goliath's eyes narrowed. "You were about to explain to us why Oberon banished you."
Bianca snarled a bit. "It was nothing major. The practice of magic has been going on since the beginning of time."
"You mean to tell me you were banished for practicing magic?" Angela questioned her sister.
"Oberon needs to get that stick out of his ass! Human magic is no threat to him!" Bianca's voice grew in volume, a red light taking over the whites in her eyes.
Elisa turned to look up at the hovering fae, who watched the gargoyle's temper flare without so much as a flinch. "But aren't you one of Oberon's children? Why would he send you into exile?"
Celia simply lounged as if she were laying in a hammock. "While it's true that I am gifted with the magic of Avalon, I can't use human magic unless I study it. Magus often spoke of the challenging spells and it intrigued me. Bianca here learned of my studies in human alchemy and joined in the festivities. But once daddy dearest found out, he shipped the two off us out so fast our heads were still spinning when we landed on this little spit of land."
Angela gasped and starred mouth agape at her rockery sister. "You know the practice of human magic is forbidden!"
"Oh! NOT you too!" Bianca exclaimed.
The two female gargoyles began to dispute over the illegal and legal uses of magic and the laws of Avalon. Celia turned to Elisa and Goliath, an unspoken question written in her lilac eyes.
"Lady Maza, there is something I must ask."
Elisa arched an eyebrow. "Yes?"
"Upon the rise of the sun you spoke to me of another like myself who entered your world of Manhattan. Although I didn't stress the issue, I would like to know if there is anything you might remember of this being?" she bit her bottom lip and clasped her delicate hands in front of her chest.
The detective shook her head. "Sorry. I can't remember anything. Why?"
Celia's floating hair fell in front of her face, blocking it from the female cop and the large purple gargoyle at her side. Her voice was soft and small as she answered.
"No reason."
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Bianca wobbled as she struggled to remain standing in the small wooden boat. Bronx jumped happily into the small boat, causing the new comer to frantically wail her arms about to control her balance. The dog-like gargoyle relieved a glare from the younger female, his ears flattened against his thick skull and he gave a small whimper in apology. Bianca's blue eyes softened and she scratched the creature under his lower jaw.
Elisa settled herself by the rudder allowing for Angela and Goliath to seat themselves comfortably. Bianca looked up at Celia who hovered over the small band of misfits.
"Aren't you going to take a seat?" asked Elisa with a crooked smile.
The fae scanned the already cramped row boat.
"I think I'll ride up front."
In a swirl of magic, Celia shrunk herself to the size of an apple and perched on the top of one of the elongated ends of the boat.
"Alright, lets ship off!" Elisa chipped happily.
Bianca felt her left eye twitch at the sound of the police woman's voice. For whatever reason the human annoyed her. And somehow she had allowed herself to be talked into going to this Manhattan of hers. Her only reassurance was that Celia would be there to watch over her during the daylight hours.
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